"There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen." Said Rumi.
The best poetry and the best work of God comes from an infants voice. How lucky am I to witness and hear that, first from Megha and now from Tanush. I do listen. I love to listen.
Tanush started responding with his smiles, goo goo gaaas, emmmm, gruuuus.... It makes me happy to just hear him. Everything else simply pales in comparison.
He holds my finger when he is feeding, oblivious to this world. When I go near him (when my mom is holding him), he starts kicking his hands and legs faster as if to say, "I hear you". Oh baby. I love you to bits and pieces.
The best poetry and the best work of God comes from an infants voice. How lucky am I to witness and hear that, first from Megha and now from Tanush. I do listen. I love to listen.
Tanush started responding with his smiles, goo goo gaaas, emmmm, gruuuus.... It makes me happy to just hear him. Everything else simply pales in comparison.
He holds my finger when he is feeding, oblivious to this world. When I go near him (when my mom is holding him), he starts kicking his hands and legs faster as if to say, "I hear you". Oh baby. I love you to bits and pieces.
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